I have no memories of my worthless father, who only lashed out at his family due to work, and I was raised from a young age with nothing but love from my mother. It wasn't long before I began to see my mother as a "woman." After suppressing those feelings for 10 years, I reached an age where I could stand on my own, and I decided to take action to be with her. Our first trip together, paid for with my first paycheck. At a secluded inn where no one could disturb us, I loved my mother to my heart's content.